COLD COMMAND- The Secret Son
He took them, his fingers brushing mine, sending that weird jolt through my arm again.
"Why are you doing this, Peewee?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"I told you. I’m special."
He looked at the scrolls, then at me. For a second, the wall dropped. "Nobody’s ever given me anything before."
Suddenly, the brush behind us exploded.
Trent Maddox and two of his cronies stepped out, grinning. "Look at this. The wolfless freak and the scrap-yard dog. Having a little meeting?"
Grayson stood up, his body shifting into a low, predatory crouch. He didn't have a wolf, but he had the instincts.
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